| There was a mummy at the fair, all crumpled in a folding chair.
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| The people passed, but didn’t care that the mummy was a man,
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| so tell me if you can
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| Who are you? |
| Who are you?
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| Where have you been, where are you going to?
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| Well, Andrew McCrew must have lost his way
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| 'Cause though he died long ago he was buried today.
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| Down on nightmare alley, where the shady people sway
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| a hobo came a-hikin' on a salty summer day
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| Well he hopped a freight in Dallas, and he rode out of sight
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| But on a turn he slipped, and he lost his grip
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| and he fell in-to the night.
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| Well, Andrew had one leg of wood, the other leg was small.
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| And when he fell off the train that night he found he had no legs at all.
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| Well they found him in the thicket, and the undertaker came.
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| And they mummified his body for a relative to claim.
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| But no one came to claim him, until the carnival passed through.
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| The carnies took him to their tent and they decided what to do.
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| Well they dressed him in a worn-out tugs and they put him on a stand.
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| And millions saw the legend called the 'famous mummy man'.
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| Well, what a way to live a life and what a way to die.
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| Left to live a living death with noone left to cry.
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| Petrified amazement, and wonder beyond words,
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| A man who found more life in death than life gave him at birth.
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| But what about the ones who live and wish that they could go.
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| Whose lives are lost to living and performing for the show.
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| Well at least you got the best of life until it got the best of you, |